I told my father I wanted to play the banjo, and so he saved the money and got ready to give me a banjo for my next birthday, and between that time and my birthday, I lost interest in the banjo and was playing guitar.
I wrote a post about wanting to buy a banjo - a $300 banjo, which is a lot of money, and I don't play instruments; I don't know anything about music. I like music, and I like banjos, and I think I probably heard Steve Martin playing, and I said, 'I c...
The thing about the banjo is, when you first hear it, it strikes many people as 'What's that?' There's something very compelling about it to certain people; that's the way I was; that's the way a lot of banjo players and people who love the banjo are...
I'm interested in all kinds of art. I draw and paint and don't know how to play the banjo, but I do play the banjo.
English banjo players really were a law unto themselves - you don't find that kind of brisk banjo playing on the original Louis Armstrong or Bix Beiderbecke records.
I always loved the guitar, from when I was quite little. My dad had a G banjo at the house that he played. When he had parties, my sisters always played piano, and my dad played banjo.
I think it is very ironic that most people think that the banjo is a southern white instrument. It came from Africa and even for the first years that white people played banjo they would put on blackface.
In my banjo show with the Steep Canyon Rangers, I do do comedy during that show. It'd be absurd just to stand there mute and play 25 banjo songs.
They think the banjo can only be happy, but that's not true.
The energy in the banjo, and the beef in the bass. They're good tools to express yourself.
A gentleman is someone who knows how to play the banjo and doesn't.
My dad also plays a little banjo and guitar, my mom plays the mandolin.
Drew: Goddamn, you play a mean banjo.
Tallahassee: You've got a pretty mouth. [hits a zombie with a banjo]
I'm, I guess you could say, the Chinese-speaking, banjo-picking girl.
The banjo is truly an American instrument, and it captures something about our past.
I prefer to make common cause with those whose weapons are guitars, banjos, fiddles and words.
My family making music was like a folk background, really: banging on tabletops, playing banjo and all kinds of things.
If I have something inside me that I want to get out, I'll just beat it out on the banjo right then and there.
When we moved back to the US, folk music was all the rage. So I traded in my banjo for a guitar.
As I try to get around with a guitar, a banjo and a suitcase of high heels and dresses, I treasure that little ukulele.
